He snorted at the way those options were presented, deliberately taking his time with a piece of bacon as he pretended to mull over what kind of choice he would make. "The how, I could provide. The why? A completely different matter."

How he would love to be able to explain the why. With the way back to Luceti or to his world blocked, he could only speculate and halfheartedly blame the Organization for his current predicament.

"But I cannot promise it's anything exciting. It mostly involves a short roof, a thirteen-foot fall, and an upset--" what was it called again? "--Scottish terrier."